Amberlily Camgirl - So much so that she could find!

Fingers crossed!Amber luv for Vince, oh god, he will love it!Vince remembers being in the chat room last weekend.Seeing a fun, classy costume and chatting with some of the girls. Hmmm… "I just know one sure way to make my granddaughters cum HmmmmMM" So Amberlily answers her own email! "I am a busy whore and will be home at a decent hour for work, Bye!" Zara agrees. Amber rushes to her work and off to get ready. Only with a computer screen in her eyes, she can see the neon sign announcing "Dr. Who, a new series"! Amberlily Camgirl into a fit. "Where is the computer? Should I have stayed in bed?" She whimpers "nightmare! You have to stay in now, starting tomorrow. Bye!" Amber says slyly, "Amberlily Camgirl, you are a fucking whore! You will wear the costume for the next twenty-four hours or you will be picked up and sent to my house right away!" Outside, her neighbors are still busy. Drivers honking their horns and waving their bums in the air. People are staring. Amberlily Camgirl is stranded in all her glory. All the windows are closed. Except for the kitchen and bathroom.

All the furniture is boarded up. There are no lights. The only illumination comes from the bramble scrapes on the linoleum. It makes her right most toes curl up as she struggles to breath. The doctors' office lights are on in the operating room, but they are out. The lights are controlled by an electronic panel in the ceiling. Amber tries to sit up but falls into a puddle of cold muddy water. She rolls to her side. Amberlily Camgirl stands and looks at her. The bottom half of her body is blood soaked. Amber is moaning. "Dr. Who… please… I… Can I stay on my… curvy… tiptoe… A… girl… for the next 24 hours?" She can't.

She's too weak. She passes out. Day after day. After dinner, the nurses and doctors' offices come to see her. Every few days, she passes out again. Soon, she is bedridden and there is nothing for her to do but curl up in the corner and wait. The next morning she crawls into the operating room with a gangrene on her left knee. Nobody knows how she got there. It is obvious. There is another kind of operation – she wants it done right. But it is also obvious she enjoys it. She is an expert in controlling her fear..